Working Out the Kinks…
Beneath the vast expanse of the western sky, Where rugged mountains and green valleys collide. A cowgirl saddles up the wild filly, Facing the untamed brink. The cowgirl gambles with her life today- “Working …
Cowboy Poetry
The Parallel
By Rio Painter (Penned July 2nd 2023) What goes through your mind when I pick up on the reins? I want my thoughts to become yours and yours to become mine I want us to …
Hey! Elko by Milly Hunt Porter
Join us in the front of the truck as we have another visit with pioneering equestrian author and editor Milly Hunt Porter. This time we visit about Milly’s collection of poetry titled Hey! Elko. Poems …
To Buck, Thank You
Written by by Mary Berkeley My horse and I get along pretty good He follows and likes me, I think like he should We have a nice thing that’s for sure on the ground But …
Chugwater Chili Store
The white lines passed ever’ 1 point 4 Ford pick-up rollin’ ‘bout 90 and more That’s where ol’ Dan first saw the store Rollin’ north t’wards the Montana line Our pockets were empty ‘cept entry …
Tex and the Crow (a true story)
Written by Mary C. Keenan I live in a semi-rural area and keep 3 horses on a 5 acre property. My colt, Tex, is 4 years old and was born at home. Since Tex was …
The Ranchin’ Man & His Wife
It seems with all his chores n’ such He always needs assistance And ever’ time, right there she is With never no resistance When he gits in so dog-gone deep That just his hat’s above …
Gates – a poem and true story
Written by Miriam Pumehana Paisner Always close and lock the gates When horses are around For you will find they quickly know How to play Lost and Found. Horses are smarter than you think And …
All I wanted was a simple two-track.
Written by Barbara Weiss All I wanted was a simple two-track. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Tai,” I said this out loud, as if my four-year-old Paint mare might understand words better than anything my seat or …
Borderland
Written by Constance Brown Last week in the pasture along the creek by the dying cottonwood thicket, I stood on my horse’s off side combing brambles from his tattered mane. Looking forward toward his head …
